Bittersweet

Half of my life has gone
And I have not,
Nor will,
Accomplish the vision of
What I set out to see.
To feel.
Not the idealized version of
Some romance fulfilled
Nor a fairy tale,
Nor indulgence,
Nor money,
Nor the silver sword barer
On a ghostly white horse
But a craze and a deep seeded need.
A tumultuous need
So sick,
And so tortured
Of a craft by nature
Now life has far removed
The lights and the noise
Hard to recite
So bare and frightful
Yet Swooning,
An ego,
The view of all faces
Strange and so vast
A feeling indescribable
Nor for anyone to understand
Age has come quick
But the want stands still
The release from thy love
And the want,
And the sound,
The voice
The sound that has saved
And yet,
Forever kills me

@Red Hammer 2014
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